Seducing Daddy

Seducing Daddy. Author: LaceyChains. The story is including True Story, Female/Female, Incest, Latina, Older Male / Female, Written by women Genres. How I seduced my father. I’m Lacey. I’m a twenty seven year old Hispanic girl. I’m 5’4”, curvy, with brown hair that reaches halfway down my back.

Seducing Daddy (for Adult only – 18+)

Author: LaceyChains

This is something, a story or whatever, that I’ve needed to share for a long time and this seems like a place where I can tell it without anyone thinking I’m some kind of perv or something. At least I hope so, but then maybe I am. I really don’t know anymore. I really don’t care either.

My parents got divorced when I was like thirteen and I lived mostly with my mom until I was out of high school. During that time I didn’t see my dad very often. He traveled a lot, and besides that, he and mom couldn’t spend five minutes together without fighting, so he didn’t come around very much.

All that changed when I started college though. Mom’s house was out in the Inland Empire, an area that came about as close to the middle of nowhere in Southern California as you could get. I wanted to go to school in the OC, near where my dad lived. After talking to him about it, I decided that I’d stay at his place during the week and then go home on the weekends. This pissed my mom off royally because she wanted me to go to one of the schools closer to home. I was nineteen though and had my dad backing me up, so there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Dad helped me fix up a spare bedroom at his condo and after a few weeks everything was going great. My dad and I were getting along really well and even mom got to the point where she admitted that she would rather have me stay with him than drive the eighty mile round trip that I would have otherwise been forced to make.

It was about that time I started noticing little things my dad would do, touching my shoulder or back, or holding hugs just a little longer than maybe he should have. More than once I caught him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. It was the same kind of secret glances that the shyer guys at school would give me. I know I should have been creeped out, but really I was flattered and maybe even a little turned on by the idea more than anything else. I mean my own dad thought I was sexy? How could I be mad about that?

I’ve thought a lot about that since then, about why things happened the way they did. I can only guess that since Daddy and I really hadn’t spent any time together since I was like twelve, we had lost that father-daughter bond that most families share. We were living together, alone and when he looked at me, I don’t think he saw me as his little girl. He saw me for what I really was, a young woman who was just discovering her own sexuality.

I don’t know if any of that’s true or if it’s just a bunch of psychobabble but that’s how I saw him anyway. Not the way a little girl looks at her dad but in the same way I see other men. I have to admit, for an older man, he really is good looking. Mom always said he never had a problem getting girls and the more I was around him, the more I understood why.

My dad is 6’2″ with thick black hair that he keeps cut short. He was forty one when I moved in and there was just a little hint of a silver highlight around his sideburns that gave him an air of experience that I really found attractive. Despite his age, he was still in terrific shape. He has a way of smiling at me that makes me blush and his brown eyes are very expressive. To this day, he can still make me weak in the knees when he gives me the little look that says ‘I want to fuck you.’

His favorite shirts are the white Tee’s he cut the sleeves off of and they do a lot to show off his muscular arms and chest. He doesn’t have the abs of a bodybuilder, but his stomach is flat and his chest has just enough hair on it to make me want to run my fingers through it. The longer I was around him and the more comfortable I got, the more I started to flirt with him. I knew I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself.

For awhile though, it was all just goofing around. I had an old boy friend’s football jersey that came down almost to my knees and I started wearing it around the house at night and in the mornings. It hung close over my boobs, highlighting their shape but the numbers on the front covered my nipples just enough to make it not to risqué. It did show off my legs nicely and I took more than one opportunity over those weeks to let it ride up and give him a glimpse of my upper thigh when I was curled up on the couch watching TV with him. Most of my panties were of the t-back thong style, so I was sure that my buns were being shown off by the clingy material just as well as my boobs were.

Even with all of that, I don’t think I’ll ever really know if Dad and I would have ever gone beyond the point of playful flirting if it hadn’t been for my girlfriends Bachelorette Party.

Mandy was 19, the same age as I was at the time and had been dating the same guy since high school. She got pregnant at about the same time as I started living with my dad and plans for her wedding were being rushed so that she could walk down the aisle without showing her baby bulge.

We were all really excited for her and Riana, Mandy’s choice for her Maid of Honor, wanted to have the Bachelorette be an all night “panty” party. None of us had our own places yet and with eight girls at the party, a hotel room would have been too crowded. I knew my dad wouldn’t mind, so I asked him if we could have the party at his condo for the night.

Like always, he couldn’t say no to me and said he’d stay at a motel for the night, promising to leave us girls alone in the condo until sometime the next morning. “Thanks, Daddy,” I said as I gave him one of those full body hugs I knew he liked so much. I have to admit, even then I was almost hoping he’d put his hands on my butt as I hugged him, but if he was tempted to he was able to resist me that time.

Anyway, the party was great. Riana had the dinner and desert catered and made sure the fridge was stocked with enough Coronas to keep everyone pleasantly buzzed. By the time we got through the gift exchange, most of us had changed into our “panty party” attire. For some of the girls, it was just sweat pants and light T-shirts with no bras, but some of us choose to be a little more daring and striped down to our panties. I have to say, it created an atmosphere heavy with sexual innuendo, especially for those of us who were ready to admit our attraction to other girls.

After dinner, the doorbell rang and when I answered, I was confronted by a very hunky looking policeman. He came in and started to scold us about the noise and the beer. As soon as he got close to Mandy, he ripped off his fake uniform and proceeded to strip down to his jockstrap right in front of her.

It was the classic male stripper routine and he had all of us screaming for him to take it all off before he was done. Riana and a couple of other girls took a bunch of pictures of us with a Polaroid instant camera during the performance and got several of me and some of the other girls as we flashed our boobs at him while he did his thing.

Now here is where I’d love to go off and start embellishing the story, saying that we did all kinds of things with him, but it just didn’t happen that way. He was very nice and gave us all a kiss, but departed without so much as a blowjob from any of us. Too bad to. I think I’d have let him fuck me right there on the couch if he’d made a pass at me.

So after he left, the party slowed down and drifted into the kind of sexy girl talk that guys always wished they could listen in on. As I said earlier, some of us were beginning to experiment with bisexuality and we talked openly about whether we had tried sex with other girls or had just thought about it.

I fell into the latter group and I could tell that Riana was getting some ideas when I admitted it. Not surprisingly, she had done it before and all but dared me to try it with her. The more she prodded me the more embarrassed I got and the more giggly the rest of the girls were getting. Riana had me on the spot and she wasn’t about to let me go. This kept up until someone, I don’t remember who, dared me to kiss her.

I have to admit that the idea made me excited and after a few seconds of encouragement from the rest, I turned to give her the kiss she was so intent on getting. We came together and I felt her lips caressing mine until that little kiss became more and more passionate. When she opened her mouth to let her tongue tickle my lips, I met it with my own. It was an amazing moment that left my heart fluttering and my body aching for more. By the time we broke the kiss, I was almost breathless and the look in Riana’s eyes promised more if only I had the courage to take it.

By about two in the morning, most of the girls found places to get a few hours sleep. As she was pregnant, I gave Mandy my own bed and planned to sleep in my dad’s room. I mean, was I supposed to sleep on the couch or floor? There are some advantages to being the hostess after all.

Well, about a half hour after the lights were out, I heard the door to my room open and the sounds of light footsteps in the room. I was about to turn on the light when I heard Riana’s hushed voice. “Leave the light off. I don’t want everyone to know I’m in here.”

“Okay” I said as she opened the drapes, letting the soft moonlight spill into the room, illuminating her in its glow.

Riana was or is, and I’m not really sure if I should be talking in the past or present tense when talking about her, about an inch or two taller than me, with a very slim and toned body. She has raven dark hair that contrasts beautifully with her fair completion. Her face is heavily freckled with delicate features and dark eyes that sparkle when she laughs.